Why must I be me?
Ill be anybody else.
Out of all the people in the world,
Why must I be stuck with being me?

I’ve always tried to find out who I am.
I felt empty,
And like my own identity was missing.
I wish I had never gone looking,
For now I’m ashamed with my results.
This was never my plan.
Finding myself was supposed to send all the worry elsewhere.
I was supposed to finally be satisfied.
This negative feeling was finally going to be put to rest.

But now there’s no going back.
This is who I am,
But this is everything I don’t want to be.
I’ll be anybody else.
Please help me escape.
I can’t stand it here much longer,
My own intellect is killing me from the inside out.